Another update from the wonderful Miss Anne. This is a link to the last post that featured Anne. And another link to the post before that. What follows next is part 1 of her account:
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For 6 months now I have been living in strict lockdown with my beloved mother and my slave-husband, “worm”, in a single-family house that provides perfect privacy. In this private environment, I can enjoy many BDSM activities with my slave during the day and at night. The power and control over the slave have become tighter and I really wonder where he finds the stamina and courage to endure this highly unforgiving, pitiless and humiliating daily routine.
It is clear that what dear Ms. Scarlet often blogs about is true, the more severe, harsh, and unforgiving I become towards him, the more awe he feels for me, the greater becomes his submission and blind obedience to my cruel will and whims. Allow me to review since I haven’t blogged about my life and experience with the slave in a while. Of course, he always wears a tight and short chastity belt that really limits his ability to get an erection to a minimum, and to put it elegantly it is a totally uncomfortable cage for his cock.
His last orgasm was in January 2020. Yes, you read that right ha-ha, the poor boy hasn’t emptied his swollen and aching balls in 15 months. No ruined orgasm, no prostate milking, no other drainage for his balls. Just constant and relentless teasing for the slave, he hasn’t even experienced an erection in all that time. If it gives him any pleasure, the only pleasure is to remove his chastity belt for 5-10 minutes at the end of each month, provided he is extremely obedient, humble, hardworking, and demonstrates exemplary behavior suitable for a slave for the entire month. When the chastity belt comes off, his hands are tied behind his back, I place an ice cube bag around his testicles, and in this way, I prevent any erection, hence any pleasure he might feel.
For him of course, even so, even for 5 minutes without the chastity belt is 5 minutes in comfort and bliss. Poor little slave… How can he take such abuse? How can he stand to live in this misery? Is the mind and soul of a submissive man an abyss after all or is it not? I sense and have discussed it with him and he confirms that he would not change this life for all the gold, luxuries, and comforts of the world!
Another aspect I want to raise is this. I don’t know what is in place in your countries and how married men think. In my country, most married men often complain or curse or hate their mothers-in-law and think that they stand in the way of their happiness and a harmonious marriage and that they influence their wives. This is not the case with my husband. I swear, you will not find another man in the whole world who adores his mother-in-law so much, so incredibly and indescribably! Ha-ha-ha-ha! You will not find another man who obeys his mother-in-law so blindly. You will not find another man who takes such great and good care of his mother-in-law. You will not find another man who shudders in fear when his mother-in-law simply pouts or much more raises her tone of voice; ha-ha.
Of course, my mother also takes good care of the needs of her son-in-law and slave. There isn’t a day that she doesn’t impose educational punishments, various humiliating tasks, and instructions, advice, and orders.
We are a happy family living in perfect harmony, without friction and quarrels. All this would not be possible if we did not live in an FLR marriage. I am lucky and grateful to my slave who introduced me to this wonderful life and believe me: I would never go back to my previous life, I could not last an hour in a vanilla relationship.
I once again express my thanks to Ms. Scarlet and all the wonderful dominant women on this blog and to some kind and conscientious subs and slaves who participate here and with their writings have helped me to strengthen and deepen my dominance over my slave. As I am not fluent in the English language, I am not able to write long messages. This takes up a lot of my time and energy. If there is interest I could continue, describing some moments from our daily life in lockdown.
NOTE: My mother is 20 years senior to the slave. The life I describe is real and not a fiction story. That means there is no sexual service of any kind from the slave to my mother. I would not allow, nor would she tolerate, such a thing.
Of course, it is an intimate relationship as the slave performs maid duties in my house giving her body and feet massage, take care of her feet and hands, comb her hair, and similar maid services. He helps her to take her bath and in dressing her but the slave is always blindfolded in these situations. When he lived with us only as a slave, before we were married, I speculate that there may have been more intimacy between them, I never asked or discussed this with my mother for obvious reasons.
My mother, despite her age, is still a charming woman, but clearly an elderly woman. I don’t know if the slave finds her attractive or not, I don’t care, and nor does it matter.
He is a slave and will serve her to the last moment of her life.
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Yes please do continue. This is a most intriguing situation.
Your command of English is excellent, and the extra effort it takes to write in a non-native language is most appreciated
I would love to hear more about the way you and your mother treat him. What humiliating things does your mother have him do? How old is your mother? I would have a lot of trouble serving my mother-in-law. She is much much older than me and I do not find her attractive in any way. The idea of her being given power over me in all those ways would truly be torture. My wife sharing me like that would be hard. Especially if I had to perform sex acts with her. Your slave is lucky to have such a cruel wife.
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My mother is 20 years senior to the slave. The life I describe is real and not a fiction story. That means there is no sexual service of any kind from the slave to my mother.
I would not allow, nor would she tolerate, such a thing.
Of course, it is an intimate relationship as the slave performs maid duties in my house giving her body and feet massage, take care of her feet and hands, comb her hair, and similar maid services.
He helps her to take her bath and in dressing her but the slave is always blindfolded in these situations.
When he lived with us only as a slave, before we were married, I speculate that there may have been more intimacy between them, I never asked or discussed this with my mother for obvious reasons.
My mother, despite her age, is still a charming woman, but clearly an elderly woman. I don’t know if the slave finds her attractive or not, I don’t care, and nor does it matter.
He is a slave and will serve her to the last moment of her life.
Wonderful comment Anne.
Thank you dear Ms. Scarlet.
It’s a great compliment to me.
I hope you do tell us more about your relationship with your mother slave and you the way the three of you get on
Ms Anne,
thank you so much for sharing another wonderful description of your life with your mother and your slave. Your English is impeccable, so please don’t feel constrained in writing more. If I may say so, your posts are always very clear and well written, and it is an honour to be allowed to read them.
In my humble opinion you are absolutely right to keep your slave in strict chastity and never let him have an erection or any kind of relief.
You are most generous to allow him to earn 5 minutes of release from his cage every month, if he serves you well enough. This gives him a great incentive to work as hard as possible.
And even though he cannot experience any pleasure during this release, thanks to your ingenious use of the ice pack, these short moments of freedom must remind him of everything he cannot have and make him even more subservient.
After 15 months without any kind of arousal or erection I am sure he is more desperate than ever to serve you and your mother as well as he possibly can. He must know that he is absolutely unworthy of any kind of sexual pleasure or contact, and his only purpose in life is to work for you.
I look forward to hearing more, especially about your slave’s working responsibilities and how you and your mother get the maximum effort out of him every single day, and make sure he achieves the very highest standards of service. And of course how you punish him and discipline him when he fails or displeases you.
Please forgive my impertinence in asking a direct question, but as your slave is now completely sexless – and will presumably remain so for the rest of his life – do you ever bring boyfriends of lovers home with you and have the slave serve you?
Thank you again for your amazing contributions to Mistress Scarlet’s website.
slave 307
I’d like to add my request to those above to hear more about your thrilling family life during lockdown. Thank you for sharing.
Dear Miss Anne (curtsey) and Mistress Scarlet (curtsey)
What a wonderful account. I don’t know whether to feel jealous of the life worm is living, or relieved that it is him and not me! Both, perhaps.
Unlike worm, my experiences with dominant ladies have all been paid for. However, I did experience a profound realisation some years ago that the relationship my sexual desires compel me towards is not a sexual one, with a lady my own age or younger, but rather the stern treatment from a mother-in-law so compellingly set out here. I had visited a few professional dominatrices – and they were remarkable, lovely ladies but somehow grovelling at the boots of a young leather-clad lady didn’t do it for me, even though I could have sworn that was what I had been fantasising about since teenage years or before. Then one day I made an appointment with a rather older lady who advertised herself as a ‘disciplinarian’. When I met her, I immediately decided I had made a mistake, as I felt no sexual desire whatsoever in the presence of this conventionally-dressed lady in her mid-fifties. Nonetheless, I decided to go through with it (to be honest, there was something about her manner that made me doubt whether I could simply hand over the money and flee), so after a brief chat in which I enthused about my ability to take any kind of spanking, but explained my dislike of the cane, it was straight down to business. I was instructed to go and pee, then on my return my trousers were unbuttoned and tugged brusquely down, followed by my pants, and I was tipped forward across her lap.
First surprise: I could not in fact ‘take’ a proper spanking. Using nothing but the palm of her hand, she reduced me to hysterical pleading in seconds. The very first slap was a horrifying shock – far harder than any I had experienced before, making me realise that my previous experiences had involved not only ‘holding back’ but also ‘warming up’ on the part of the young ladies I had visited. The second slap, on my other buttock, was identical and I just had time to realise that the next would be the same again but delivered on already sore flesh when it arrived and I began to howl.
Forty minutes later, I limped away, horrified at how sore my bottom was and resolved never again to allow this termagant near me!
Second surprise: in the days and weeks that followed, I began to think of nothing else. I found stereotypical ‘femdom’ images on the Internet of increasingly little interest – and at night could think of nothing but lying across the cloth of a sensible skirt, gripped firmly by a strong left arm, with the other arm providing its lesson in respect and discipline.
I wrote to her explaining the situation and received a curt response explaining how offended she was to be treated as a sex object and noting that if I were to make another appointment, the limitation that I not be caned must be lifted. I had always hated the even the light strokes of the cane I had received in ‘session’ with other ladies, so I closed the email with a shudder and resolved (with some relief) never to visit her again. Three weeks later, I was bent across her dining room table…
I am so sorry for the long account, all about me. But you see, ‘mother-in-law’ is precisely how I think of her. There is almost nothing sexual in the relationship – I say ‘almost nothing’ because she permits me to clean and fuss around in a rather austere maid’s uniform now, and this has long been a fetish of mine. Even then, the housework involved must be done properly and is usually rather tedious, especially I cannot ‘get into’ it, when I know what is coming – corporal punishment which I know I will find thoroughly unpleasant from the beginning to the longed-for end. I visit every three weeks, on a Saturday morning at exactly the same time, and I am becoming familiar with the dread that builds up the day before. Unlike many workers, I find that Friday flies by at frightening speed! I spend a good proportion of my income on her fees but she has also ‘helped’ me to find economies elsewhere in my lifestyle, so there is no financial reason for this ever to end. I have tried twice to end it, each time fearing her reaction but on each occasion she has simply let me go… until I myself felt compelled to return (at which point, on both occasions, she made sure I thoroughly regretted the ingratitude).
So. In any case, Miss Anne, Mistress Scarlet, I have been simultaneously grateful, fascinated, attracted and horrified by this account of worm’s life, which I don’t know whether to envy or to pity. In the very unlikely event I were ever to marry, I can only hope that my training would at least save me from the worst of any mother-in-law’s scorn and ferocity. But I doubt it, as the mother-in-law relationship is not, by definition, tempered by any affection or sympathy. In any case, I believe I have found my place and I suppose it is only what I deserve.
My very deepest curtsey to you both, and heartfelt humble thanks for kindly sharing these visions of a life fully lived under proper control, on this wonderful site.
Respectfully
Pansiekins
PS – I particularly adore the way this notionally married lady styles herself ‘Miss Anne’. Obviously not ‘Mrs’ but not even ‘Ms’… is that to indicate that she considers worm not to be her husband in any meaningful sense whatever?
slave 307
Thank you for your comments regarding my English. I try to read and improve as much as I can since I don’t speak English often here I live.
I am writing part 2 and then I will give more details about the daily duties of any slave.
About your question, I have answered it before. Yes I have a boyfriend for my sexual pleasure
The slave wears a chastity belt and lives in total celibacy, not me LOL.
Thank you so much for replying to my questions, Ms Anne. I am honoured that you took the time to read my comment.
I cannot wait to read part 2 and learn more about your slave’s duties. He is blessed to have such a wonderful owner, who truly understands what a lowly creature he is, and how to use him properly.
It is absolutely right that you enjoy a full and active sex life with your boyfriend while the slave lives in total chastity.
slave 307
In 2001 for Xmas I gave my Wife to be a CB-2000 and promised her that I would wear it when ever she wanted me to. I did this because I wanted her to know I would not leave her for other women the way her previous live in boyfriend and husband before him did.
I really thought it was a gag gift and would not work. We were married in January and within six months she was demanding I wear it all the time. I found out that even though a cheap device it does work and I adjusted to wearing it full time.
Since 2002 she has kept me locked all the time with releases about once a month if I was good up until 2019. She upgraded me to a custom fit Cherry Keeper device and extended my releases to only one every two months.
Please continue your story and include how you got your husband wearing the chastity device.
I think you are very lucky to have such a dominant, implacable wife.